The Case of the

Edwin blinks, his hair in disarray, his clothing all rucked up from being carried. His blue eyes are blown wide open, looking around frantically.Charles untangles himself, doing a little ungraceful flip-roll across the floor to get his legs and head the correct way around to actually face Edwin, scooting forward on his knees to grab ahold of Edwin’s shoulders. “Are you okay, mate?”Edwin’s eyes lock onto Charles. There’s something weird in his gaze, looking right at Charles but not right at Charles. There’s ink on his shirt, half hidden by his blazer, smeared in with frantic motions of a fingerprint. He’s got a little sizzling mark right at the divot of his collar, already disappearing slowly, Charles can’t help but run his thumb over it, trying to wash away the pain like a smear of dirt on a cheek.Edwin flinches.Charles rips his hands away, still hovering only inches away. “Edwin, please, mate, you’re scaring me.”Edwin looks confused, right into Charles' eyes, and asks—“Who—who are you?”